I don’t usually answer my cell phone if I don’t recognize the number on the screen.
However, yesterday I was waiting on a return phone call from a furniture store, so when I glanced down at the ringing phone and saw a strange number, I answered.
I’m so thankful that I did.
It was my best friend from high school. While we’ve kept in touch periodically through e-mails and special occasion cards, it’s probably been over twenty years since we talked on the phone. She had remembered my birthday earlier this week and decided to call.
It was so good to hear her voice. She’s a four-year breast cancer survivor and the mom of a one-year-old son that she and her husband adopted. She’s a sister in Christ, and we talked about the church they’ve found since their move back to the East Coast and the way God has blessed our families.
We caught up on all aspects of each other’s lives. I asked about her parents, doing well at ages 85 and 80. She was amazed that my “baby” sister now has three kids of her own.
We browsed through a couple of old memories….I was eating supper at her house with her family one night (while I can hardly remember what I cooked a few nights ago, I still remember that that meal was spaghetti!) and we bowed our heads while her dad prayed. We opened our eyes to see one of their cats on top of the table poised to partake of a supper of her own!
Now that Susan and I have reconnected by phone, I hope it continues. I plan to call her around her birthday in late July; if nothing else, we can begin a new tradition of talking on the phone twice a year.
God puts special people in our lives in different seasons. Looking back, I remember my freshman college roommate, a couple of co-workers with whom I grew close during my pre-baby days, another new mom that I came to know well as we shared all of our babies “firsts.” How thankful I am for those in seasons past that still touch my life and those in this season that are walking this journey with me.